ABSTRACT
A darkened jewelbox theatre. Gilt proscenium. Dim luster of chandeliers above and candles at the stage’s edge below. Curtain in heavy, crimson brocade. The players appear in rigid, black, late Renaissance fashions, except where noted. Ghastly white faces and hands. From the stage, they often seem to leer out into the audience, eyes aflame. Their movements are slow, hieratic. Each thought emits a gesture—sculptural and enigmatic. If indeed they are audible at all, the voices have an ashen, echoing quality. These scenes may be played in any order.
